I AM NOT A PROBLEM. Don’t invite me to the table if you’re not going to listen to me. I am actually a pretty relaxed, easy going person. I’m pretty chill if you don’t back me up against the wall. But fuck that wall feels mighty close. And I don’t like putting up with shit.

But at the moment I am putting up with some utter horse shit. My brain, like this country, has mfs in living in there rent free. I am sick and tired. Talking about the same shit over and over takes a toll. Calling shit out takes a toll. And I’m sick of spoon feeding people.

And I don’t get to switch off, you aren’t allowing me to. I gotta be on all the time because of fucking laziness. And I’ve been working in this mf industry for ten years and I am still not seeing a concerted effort across the board.

There’s still this pressure to be a ‘good one’. Shut the fuck up and be happy with the bread crumbs. I am not a slave. I am not living in the house. I am not in the field. I’m free. I work my arse off. But I feel like I’m not just doing my job, I’m doing yours too.

No amount of money or fucking job opportunities take away from the mental and physical fucking labor that has to be put in for you to get it right. I am not talking about isolated incidents here. The whole entire industry is lazy as fuck.

You want a pat on the back for doin the bare minimum? No thanks. People are not willing to put in the hard work for change. Too many people are content with the status quo. Too much complacency, too much of the same fucking thing, over and over and over again.

And I feel pretty fucking powerless sometimes. There’s things that are out of your control. The ceiling keeps coming down. Gotta keeping punching it. I don’t want to do all the work all the time. Be more radical! And if the shoe fits, maybe you’re Cinderella.

Fuck. Is it Racist tax time yet? Because I got the biggest box receipts here waiting to burst out.